Rexanna hadn’t had much planned in the way of the new season. But she could feel the energy and happiness that radiated from the Settlement as people rushed from here to there, preparing for something she didn’t know existed yet. It was so stark in contrast to the gloomy warnings of Longnight that it had almost felt surreal for her. Especially now that her curse had been lifted, and she had been gifted in a way she still wasn’t certain of as well. But she was excited about what Flowerbirth would bring, especially warmer temperatures from the frigid cold of Deepfrost. She didn’t want to continue bundling up as much as she did today when she stepped out of her home and began the rounds of the hustling Settlement.
She had seen some of the beautiful flowers a vendor had a few days prior and made her way to their stall to see about buying some seeds she could plant in her yard, deciding that in a way the beauty of the plants would be like a big “screw you” to Longnight – even if she hadn’t experienced anything horrible other than resurfacing of memories she had tried painfully to forget. When she was successful with the smaller seeds, she breezed back home as the sun reached overhead, partially obscured by some white fluffy clouds. It seemed like a perfect day, and while she had no experience with planting anything, she wanted to give it a shot.
It was also why she chose the backyard – in case it failed epically, she didn’t want anyone else to see her failure. She breezed into her home, getting rid of some of the furs that adorned her shoulders and slipped into the backyard, finding a small part that had fertile ground. She didn’t have much in the means of planting, but a tiny forgotten and slightly rusted shovel accompanied with her fingers seemed like it might be enough. Kneeling to the ground and using the shovel to break some of the earth and make it easier for the flowers to grow, she encountered her first problem. A few slightly frozen roots that she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with.
She sat back with a quiet sigh, running her hand across her forehead. And where her hands should have been covered in dirt, they appeared just as clean as before she began digging.
She had seen some of the beautiful flowers a vendor had a few days prior and made her way to their stall to see about buying some seeds she could plant in her yard, deciding that in a way the beauty of the plants would be like a big “screw you” to Longnight – even if she hadn’t experienced anything horrible other than resurfacing of memories she had tried painfully to forget. When she was successful with the smaller seeds, she breezed back home as the sun reached overhead, partially obscured by some white fluffy clouds. It seemed like a perfect day, and while she had no experience with planting anything, she wanted to give it a shot.
It was also why she chose the backyard – in case it failed epically, she didn’t want anyone else to see her failure. She breezed into her home, getting rid of some of the furs that adorned her shoulders and slipped into the backyard, finding a small part that had fertile ground. She didn’t have much in the means of planting, but a tiny forgotten and slightly rusted shovel accompanied with her fingers seemed like it might be enough. Kneeling to the ground and using the shovel to break some of the earth and make it easier for the flowers to grow, she encountered her first problem. A few slightly frozen roots that she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with.
She sat back with a quiet sigh, running her hand across her forehead. And where her hands should have been covered in dirt, they appeared just as clean as before she began digging.
